“Don’t need your mouth, babe.” I glide my hand to her breast, kneading gently before sweeping my thumb across her peaked nipple and pinching it.
She gasps, pressing harder into me, and before I know it my hand’s between her thighs and she’s moaning my name, begging for me.
I fucking love when she begs for my cock.
I slide into her from behind, spooning, savoring the way her pussy squeezes me tight in this position.
My hand circles her clit while I drive into her in short, powerful thrusts.
Her eyes shut tight, her bottom lip catching between her teeth.
She’s getting close. I know her cues.
I also know how to make her come faster.
I flick my tongue against her neck, then drag it up the side, kissing along her jaw until I’m at her ear. I suck on her lobe, then whisper everything I’m thinking and feeling, giving her a play-by-play.
“Christ, you feel so fucking good.” My mouth is right against her ear, breath hot, voice low. “I love the way you take me. All the sounds you make.”
“Oh my God,” she breathes. Her stomach tightens against my forearm. “I’m so close.”
“Yeah? You gonna come for me?”
She nods, jaw dropping, eyes squeezing tighter, whimpering.
Jesus.Just watching her has me right there, teetering on the edge.
“Come for me, babe. Squeeze my cock with that tight pussy. I wanna feel you.”
I thrust harder, and she lets out a long, strangled cry.
My orgasm rips through me, and I smother my groan against Jordan’s neck.
She goes soft in my arms, her body melting into me and the mattress. I pull out fast, avoiding friction against the sensitive tip as much as possible. I reach across the bed for the disposable “bedtime” wipes on the nightstand.
I hand two packets to Jordan.
“Thank you,” she says, tearing one open.
I press kisses to her shoulder blade while she cleans herself up. Then she holds the wipes out for me with a grin. “Here you go.”
She laughs when I take them and toss them blindly toward the nightstand.
I fold my body around hers, my lips brushing the warm skin of her neck. Her laughter fades into something quiet and comfortable.
“Last night was… really great,” she says softly.
I grunt in agreement.
She laces her fingers through mine and tucks our hands to her chest. “Should we go eat?”
“Only one thing I’m hungry for,” I mumble against her skin.
She grins. “Still?”
“Babe, that was the longest I’ve gone without sex in twenty years. I’ve gotta play catch up.”
I roll her onto her back. “I’ve been craving you. I’m only getting started.”
